And then her mouth was on him, her tongue swirling deliciously around the head and Travis barked out a harsh shout of pleasure. His fingers flexed in her hair, fisted uncontrollably as she took him deeper into her mouth. He was going to lose it, the tether on his control snapping under her ministrations. He warned, “I’m going to come,” as his hand pulled back gently on her hair to allow her to move away. Morgan was having none of it. Her hand gripped his ass, squeezing, bringing his hips closer, while the suction of her mouth only increased as she purred deep in her throat, the vibration shooting straight down his shaft.
Travis came so hard he saw stars, sparks of color flashing in his peripheral vision, and his knees nearly gave up the fight to support his weight. Throwing out a hand to brace himself against the wall, he attempted to slow the harsh, panting breaths that had his chest working like bellows. He should have looked away. He should have given himself a moment. Instead, his eyes went straight to Morgan who sat back on her heels with the pleased smile of a seductress and licked her lips.
His body went boneless, his knees hitting the floor with a thud, his hand pushing Morgan back into a prone position before cupping her hips and lifting her to his mouth. He heard her gasp of surprise, followed by a sharp moan of need, felt her fingers tunnel into his hair, pushing him closer in encouragement as his mouth suckled at the swollen bundle of nerves amidst slick needy flesh.
His focus on her pleasure was absolute as a growl rumbled up his throat. The cabin could have fallen down on his head and he wasn’t sure he would have been able to stop. The taste of her on his tongue was everything. The sounds she made, every groan, every whimper, every “Yes,” was music to his ears. And as he slid a finger inside her tight sheath, curling it just right to find that perfect spot, the shattering orgasm to which he brought her, felt pulsing around his finger, was even more satisfying than his own release of just moments before.
Feeling her fingers pulling adamantly at his shoulders, Travis kissed his way up the pale expanse of her delicious body, sparing a few extra moments at the curve of each hip, at the tantalizing line of her ribcage before he sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue.
Morgan’s hips were lifting against him, grinding against his lower belly, seeking the near iron-hard length of his erection. With one last suckle, he let her nipple pop free before he sought her mouth with his own. The kiss they shared was wild, needy, tongues both dancing and dueling as Travis thrust home. They both released a gasp of pleasure at the feeling of rightness and savored the moment for just a heartbeat before Travis set up a rhythm, Morgan meeting him stroke for stroke, until they hit that precipice, and together, plunged over the edge.
∞∞∞
Drowsy, replete, with an incredible feeling of satisfaction coursing through her, Morgan was tucked up against Travis’s side right there on the floor where they’d made love, her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat that thumped in time with her own. As if they were one.
His fingers lifted, the pad of his thumb softly stroking over the crest of her cheek. “I love you.”
The words were a whisper of sound and yet the feeling behind them was a powerful boom that stole her breath from her lungs. Morgan blinked rapidly as unexpected tears welled in her eyes, the realization suddenly hit her that she’d never once, in her many centuries of life, had anyone tell her that they loved her. On the heels of that, came the understanding of how badly she had unconsciously craved those words.
“I didn’t say that to upset you,” Travis said, wiping her tears away as he propped himself up on an elbow to look at her.
Her smile was watery as the damn tears continued to flow. “No one’s ever said that to me before,” she returned, her voice reedy, cracking under the overwhelming barrage of emotions that were flooding her heart.
His palm cupped her cheek, slid into her hair, and then pulled her head into his shoulder, his arms wrapping her in a warm embrace. His lips against her hair as he told her once more, “I love you.”
They stayed like that for several minutes, Morgan attempting to get her wayward emotions under control and Travis patiently giving her as much time as she needed. Finally, she was able to lift her head, cup his cheeks between her palms, and against his lips, tell him, “I love you. I love you more than I thought it was possible for me to ever feel. I’m Born…”
Travis’s fingers gently gripped her chin, his eyes revealing his dragon as he fiercely growled, “You’re so much more than that, Morgan Rhys. You’re a warrior, a Hunter, and you’re mine.”
A sense of peace settled around her like a warm blanket, as she snuggled closer to the heat of Travis’s body with a sigh and said yet again, “I love you.”
Travis softly chuckled, his arms giving her a squeeze. “I love you too.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to be telling you that all the time,” she teasingly warned. “You may get sick of hearing it.”
“Never.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Istill can’t believe the order to exterminate the witches came directly from the Elder,” Kane remarked as he frowned at the laptop screen before him. Unlike Jamie, the young Born was no hacker, but he didn’t need to be thanks to the thumb drives they’d discovered in a safe at Rodolfo’s villa. Drives that held information on all of Rodolfo’s illegal activities, as well as the Born’s correspondence with the Court of Elders. “What was he thinking?”
“He was thinking they could quietly take out an opposing power and still manage to keep their hands clean.” Morgan pointed out a particular line in the missive, tapping the screen with her fingertip.The witches are not to be fed upon.“He never intended for vampires to be implicated in the witches’ deaths.”
Kane nodded. “A quiet extermination, with no one the wiser.”
“They underestimated the witches. Not surprising considering the Elder’s arrogance.”
“They’ve lost the advantage now. Let’s hope they’re smart enough to realize that and the ones who followed this bullshit order are willing to retreat.”
Morgan agreed, but she wasn’t optimistic. Big Jim would do his part, she was sure, but she’d spent enough time around the territory holders to know that most shared the Elder’s arrogance, would sooner watch every Turned vampire in their legion die painfully in a battle against the covens rather than admit defeat. Warwason the horizon. It was inevitable.
Sharing that thought with Kane, she watched the man shake his head sadly. “Then they’ll be signing our death warrants.”
Morgan shook her head. “No. They’ve signedtheirdeath warrants.”
Kane’s brow furrowed with confusion. “But we’re Born.”
“We are, but we’re also so much more than that,” Morgan replied thinking of Travis’s words to her, the memory of which made her smile. “We’re Hunters. And a Hunter’s loyalty –”
